Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Livin' Joy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.